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At 2:17, through silent nights, a melody would fall,
Two strangers slowly learned to speak through notes across a wall.
No faces known, just honest words their lonely hearts would send,
Until one knock, one cup of coffee, changed where lines would end.
For love did not arrive with noise, or fate, or grand recall-
It softly grew at 2:17am , in ink and time, through notes along a wall.
Min Yoongi x Reader